$liM HiLL - California (feat. Serenity Haes)

Aye
I got these bitches all over my dick and I can't seem to get em off
These fuck boys tell me how to get it they feet off the ground they can't seem to get em on
I feel like I'm living off only emotion and drugs I can't seem to get enough
Mother fuckers be gaining my trust just to crumble it up if I didn't speak true enough
Yeah
Whipping the Benz to the grand to go pickup a baggie and shoot it up
I been on the low down
Jay hit my phone and say brother we moving up
Time to get brewing up
So put down the double cup time to get suited up
My momma still calling me checking to see if I'm sober just call if you slipping love
Yeah
Stick em up just to get a bag
Lost my life to getting medicated
Now I'm stuck tryna fucking get it back
Pops carry everybody I wish I could get it all and fucking give it back
Tryna be at least half the man he is but damn it's more than just a fucking bag
Pop shit like a fucking tag
Hoping I can numb the bullshit
Hoping I can ration my mistakes and only bear the weight of just a portion
Some days I just wanna forfeit
Other days you can bring me down
Pop up on a father to my daughter still put you in the mother fucking ground
Excuse me for being a loner
I'm sorry Im no fucking fun
Had so many knives in my fucking back
I can no longer trust my own gut
I can longer trust my own gun
It's been whispering sweet lullabies to my temple for a over a month
Fucking shackled I can't even run

Written by:
$lim hILL, Serenity Haes

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